Time crept by, inch by inch—a slow march, a period of waiting.
The year-end snow seemed to fall much slower than usual.
And with it, the witch in the snow. The sight of her lifting her skirt to twirl was slowed several-fold in Xu Xi's eyes.
Was it a beautiful twirl?
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